HARPER
I woke up to warmth and softness.
A moan slipped past my parted lips as I tried to open my heavy eyelids. Plus, the throbbing in my temple didn't make it any better.
"Jesus," I whispered, burying my face into the pillow. The faint scent of cedar and smoke filled my nostrils. Masculine. Familiar. Dominic Fletcher.
My eyes snapped open, and I jerked upright, gasping as I almost bumped my head into something—no, someone. My eyes widened when I saw Dominic Fletcher's face, ridiculously close to mine, and I instantly scooted toward the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" I gulped, eyeing him. His biceps flexed, and he straightened, taking a step back.
Dominic pinned me with his gaze, saying nothing. "Do you remember last night?" he asked.
